College Life

"I'll take that as a yes. Kinky." He said as popped up like a jack rabbit. "Get dressed, we're going rock climbing." He said as he hopped over to him and grabbed the white wife beater from the bed and pulled it on. He then grabbed his combats and pulled him on, lacing them up.

"After the embarrassment you just made me go through, you will have to drag me out of here."

Francis walked up to the dorm room and knocked on the door briskly. He knew Arthur hated being late to anything so it was best to show up early for everything.

He pouted. "But you said you would go Artie." He said just as the door opened. "I'll get it." He said as he popped up and moved over to the door and opened it.

The blond stood there and blinked at Alfred before smiling. "Salut mon ami. Can I talk to Arthur?"

Arthur's head shot up as he heard the other voice. "Francis! What brings you here?"

He grinned. "Yo, Artie is other there." He motioned to the other side of the room as he turned and made his way back to his bed.

The blond stepped in and smiled at the British man. "I wanted to come by and see if you were ready for our Coffee date mon amour."

At that, he slapped his forehead, he had completely forgotten. "Right! Just give me a moment to fix my appearance and I'll be right back out!" He slid off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. "Play nice with Alfred, Francis."

Alfred eyed the other with narrowed eyes. He didnt like him. Arthur could o better. "Coffee? Boring." He snickered from his bed. "Plus you said you were going rock climbing with me!" He shouted to the other.

"Don't I always?" he asked taking a seat on Arthur's bed smiling sweetly at the American.

"That was until I remembered I had previous plans!" He came back out, still running a hand through his hair. "Could we go later? After I come back?" He turned to Francis, "I'm already to go now."

He frowned and glared at the french guy. He really really didnt like him. "What the fuck ever. I have a club meeting." He said as he got up and stalked out.

The Frenchman stood and walked over to the Arthur. He reached out and fixed his hair a bit before offering his hand. "Sorry to steal your new friend Alfred," he purred after the other as he escorted Arthur out of the room.

Arthur felt slightly guilty, but didn't really understand why it seemed to be upsetting him so much. "Well, if you say so Alfred. Have fun either way!"

He nodded and moved to go out the door. "Have fun with your boring coffee date." He said as he made his why down the hall. What the fuck? All of that flirty just wasted. He had a fucking boyfriend... What the fuck? The Brit was sending him all the right signals. He said he never told anyone. Well having a boyfriend is like a big fat neon sign.

He just got played. Fuck this shit, he thought as he walked down the sidewall and to the glass where the festival was.

Arthur turned to Francis, "What did you say to him? He looked pissed off."

"Arthur why does it always have to be me? I was just waiting on you." He led Arthur down the hall and outside. "So is he your new boyfriend or something?" Francis teased.

Arthur blushed, glaring. "No! He doesn't even like me like that!"

Francis laughed as they walked down to the court yard. "Whatever you say Cheri."

"He doesn't! Why would he?" He huffed, wondering why he had agreed with the git to get coffee with him anyway.

Alfred was already there, at the rock climbing thing set up next to the LGBT club. He was currently dusting his hands and talking to the president about the club and wat it had to offer. He then moved to put the harness on.

"Whatever you say Arthur." The two walked to the on campus cafe and took their seats. Once they were seated with their small menus the blond spoke softly. "I have an alliterative motive for asking you here with me."

"Oh lord, what do you need Francis?" He looked over the menu before ordering a hot cup of tea.

The blond ordered coffee with no cream. "Why must you say it like that? You act as if I'm going to ask for money."